Some Loss, Some Gain.

I've tried three separate times to post about this. But the words fail me. Either I bury the ideas under too many of them. Or I try to construct elaborate posts, seeking Deeper Meaning here. I don't think that there IS a Deeper Meaning here.
I think it is what it is.

On Tuesday, I quit being the Profcom Chair at the Playground Theater. An administrative position that I held for two months. I was sick of being the committee's bitch, slapped around by whoever wanted to yell that loudest in discussions (usually Rampson). I made myself a promise that I would quit, before I would add another douchebag to the committee. I knew that one guy who REALLY wanted to get on the committee would come in and slap me around, in tandem with Rampson. And I wasn't willing to spend a year, waiting for someone else to take over for me. A year of unpleasant, painful, unproductive misery for me. For zero gain.

That's the most concise explanation that I've been able to give anyone, yet.
And people have been asking.

So, I'm a quitter now.
I'm thinking about quitting several other things. I'm absolutely done with applying an inordinate amount of my time and effort, for people that don't match me on that.
I guess I'm in a quitting mood, right now.

In what I would consider to be a crazy example of Cosmic Balance, at the same time that I was leaving behind the theater administration, a Pretty Girl has appeared out of nowhere, in my life.

Hey Presto! Changeo! Voila, a Pretty Girl!

And this is a Blast from the Past, Dear Readers. An Oldie, but a Goodie. A girl that I had to considered to be lost and gone. Someone that I'd grooved with for a week or two, but who I lost touch with, shortly thereafter. Turns out, she was just geographically misplaced.

And now she's back.

Contact is restored. I am enjoying lovely emails with her during my work day. I haven't done a lick of work in 3 days now. Because I'm constantly monitoring my email, to see if she's written me. Suffice it to say, I enjoy the attention.

We have plans for a date together. A movie in the park, wine, cheese, chairs. I might even try to hold her hand, at some point. I plan on making other dates with her, as her social calendar permit.

I'm ready to give her as much of my time as she wants. My obligations to the theater have been cut down by half. And my schedule has just opened up, that much more. All she has to do, is ask, and I'm hers.

Who is this lovely, young lady, you are asking?
Well, a gentleman must have some secrets.

Maybe I'll tell you or show you, later.

I would be a poor student of the world, if I didn't remark on how odd it was to have one big thing leave me, just as another big thing came back to me. That timing is interesting, to me.

So, crazy week.
Some things were put down.
Some other things were picked up.
I adapt as best as I am able.

Cheers,
Mr.B


That little guy on the left is having a ball, man.